Ran across this and wanted to save it for posterity's sake. She cracks me up. Transcribed as it was written by Zoë, Friday, 3 April 2009 10:26 AM (this was a free writing activity in class so it wasn't edited as is evident by the copious occurrence of commas)
My life, my dear sweet life, was gone, flushed down into the giant toilet of humanity. I think this is how it is for puppies on a ranch, being bought by good people, people the puppy knows will take good care of it, but the puppy is still sad to leave the place it grew up in. This place may as well have been New York, and I still wouldn't care. I just wanted to be at my old house, that's all I wanted.
The only reason I moved was because my mom promised she would home school me. My other option was to live with my Grandma, and with the way I've been talking, the reward for staying with her is pretty obvious. Cheryl and I (Sherry is my mom's real name. I just call her Cheryl to annoy her.) started to unpack.
"And since you were so good about moving, you get the waterbed room." Mom mentioned while unloading dishes.
Yes! It's also the room with the T.V. I thought for a second. "The home school offer is for reals, right?" I asked with suspicion.
"Yeah, yeah, it still is. I set up your tire swing in the front yard."
"No!" I said in a too-tired-to-scream tone. "The culdisac" did I mention we also live in a culdisac? Mom put up a pretty sweet offer - "kids will make fun of me for being new!" But I was walking out the door while I spoke.
Turns out the kids were O.K. Soon I was so well known I went to public school and got around even more. Actually, no, I didn't go to public school, but I had dreams about it. Life was good, and I was glad I moved.
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